Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Yo! It seems that the safest position is taken by a mage!" Draven shouted with a laugh, "Others should be careful!"

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. Creating such an ice wall made his whole body hurt, but it was still within the acceptable range.

Lothar's ice wall forced the other Liquidators to continue their separate battles, steadily decreasing in numbers.

"Haha! Now there are only half the players left! Cheers to the fifty hapless dead! The wolves will take them!" Draven shouted happily, "so many dead People, the arena has become empty! Let's maintain the momentum of the carnival! The new puff mushrooms are coming!"

Lothar's eyes widened as he heard the sound of wheels rolling right above him.

When he looked up, the deck above him showed the head of a trailer, with a pale green mist lingering over it.

"Fuck!" Lothar subconsciously uttered a foul language from Freljord. He quickly mobilized his magic, opened a hole in the ice wall, and jumped out like an arrow from the string.

Lothar rushed out of the ice wall without looking back, and sealed it back with a magic backhand, so that all the puff mushrooms were locked inside. At the same time, there was ice under his feet, and with the help of the slippery ice surface, he fled to the center of the battlefield through the chaotic battlefield.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

An explosion so huge that it seemed to shake the entire arena exploded behind Lothar, the ice wall disappeared in an instant, and a huge shock wave engulfed the entire battlefield with green mist.

All the liquidators and beasts were blown away, and Lothar used ice to connect himself to his feet and the ground before being blown away.

"This is..." Lothar felt a tingling in his skin, and the green mist seemed to corrode his body. Fortunately, it was thin and dissipated quickly. Lothar's self-healing ability also made the skin trauma recover quickly.

But other liquidators did not have this ability. Many liquidators cried out in pain, and even the skin of the players who were closer to the explosion was melted.

"Oops, I forgot to remind you." Delevingne laughed, "This puff mushroom can't be stimulated. It will explode if it is hit violently, overheated, or too cold. Be careful, especially that young ice mage. ."

"Don't tell me sooner..." Lothar scolded inwardly, he did not hesitate, an ice sword condensed in his hand, and quickly cut off the head of a liquidator beside him.

These mushrooms gave Lothar a very serious sense of crisis. Before Draven ordered his men to throw the next batch of mushrooms, Lothar wanted to completely end the competition.

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mushroom! mushroom! mushroom! mushroom! More mushrooms!

—The slogan of an underground organization that madly worships mushrooms in Zaun

Chapter 161 Champion

Lothar did not continue to look for people to kill. There are dozens of liquidators and beasts still alive. Killing one by one would be a waste of time.

Lothar turned his gaze to the Puff Mushroom, which was lying on the ground not far away, and no one dared to approach.

"Draven said we can use these mushrooms." Lothar took a deep breath, and a frost cyclone emerged beside him. "Then I'm welcome."

A cold wind swept the entire arena, and an ice-blue tornado visible to the naked eye rose from the ground.

It was winter, and the sudden and severe cold snap made the audience shudder unpreparedly, and the liquidators standing in the battlefield were even more unsteady. And this cold wind is not just a passerby, but intensified, and the ground of the battlefield began to freeze.

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

Draven was right, puff mushrooms will explode with a little stimulation.

The ice **** and the cold wind completely detonated all the puff mushrooms in the battlefield, and the horrible green poisonous mist blew through the entire battlefield along with the wind, and for a while the battlefield wailed. The poisonous mist penetrated into everyone's skin, and their flesh melted in the extreme cold torture, and even their bones were burned out of holes.

"Oh yo! I can't see how powerful our mage is!" Delevingne exclaimed, the wind and fog were too strong, making "this puff mushroom exploded, I'm afraid no one can survive!"

The cold wind gradually subsided, and although the green mist was highly toxic, it did not last long in the air, and gradually faded away.

In the battlefield, the corpses were scattered everywhere, and the half-rotten corpses were lying everywhere. You could see their pus-watered flesh and skeletons riddled with holes. Many audience members were so frightened that they began to vomit.

In the center of the battlefield, a huge ice block that was corroded and full of pits stood here, and a figure was faintly visible.

The ice cubes turned into water and poured down, and Lothar stood steadily on the battlefield. At this time, he was the only surviving contestant.

The auditorium was dead silent.

This meat grinder contest ended too suddenly. Although the ending was much bloodier and crueler than the audience expected, the feeling that the game was about to enter a climax but ended abruptly left many people feeling empty.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The slow applause sounded from the amplification magic device.

Delevingne stood on the high platform, and took the lead in applauding Lothar.

"I announce! The winner of this meat grinder competition! This mage liquidator!"

The audience also reacted slowly. The winner of the meat grinder contest has been decided, and they have witnessed the rise of a powerful mage liquidator.

The applause and cheers slowly became warmer.

Lothar stood in the center of the applause, but there was not much joy of victory in his heart.

The power of the puff mushroom still exceeded his expectations. Although the explosion did not blow through the ice layer he used to protect himself, the toxin still eroded his body surface, causing his flesh to fester.

Fortunately, the fog covered the specific situation in the battlefield, and when the smoke dissipated, Lothar had returned to normal.

The residual pain left by the toxin on his body and the cold pain caused by the use of frost magic superimposed, causing Lothar's face to twitch a little, and he was not in the mood to continue to accept the applause. go in the direction.

A figure jumped off the chair.

Lothar stopped and looked back.

Draven threw two strangely shaped ring-handled axe blades in both hands, and smiled at Lothar: "You are younger than I imagined when you look closer. Are all the children so powerful these days?"

"…Is there anything else?" Rosa asked.

"Don't be in such a hurry, champ. You haven't introduced your name to the crowd."

Lothar looked at Draven. He was a tall and strong man with many scars on his body. At first glance, he looked like a man who had experienced many battles. The ring-handled axe blade has been rotating with his arm, and it does not seem to be light.

When Lothar saw a weapon that looked like this for the first time, he couldn't help but start to figure out Draven's fighting style, and said, "I am [Lord Kill]."

"[Death]!" Delevingne yelled, "Today's champion is [Death]! Let's shout out this name! Let the entire Imperial City hear it!"

"Killed! Killed! Killed!" Draven's extremely strong mobilization made the audience cheer for Lothar's name as the liquidator, and then with Draven's axe pointing to the sky, the audience immediately quiet down.

"Look at this grand scene! I bet the real battlefield will not be so tragic!" Delevingne raised his head and said to the audience, "Today's meat grinder contest ended too quickly! Are you not having fun!"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to play extra matches!"

"think!"

"No way..." Lothar thought gloomily.

"Then let me and today's champion perform for you!" Delevingne looked at Lothar with a very "kind" smile, "Let's play."

"I reject."

"That's not good, I'll have the final say here." Delevingne laughed, "Don't worry, it's just entertainment, it's not a matter of life or death, but if you accidentally get hacked to death by me, then you can't blame me."

"Crow is right." Lothar sighed, "This is quite a troublesome man."

"Start!" Draven shouted, taking the lead in launching the attack.

To Lothar's surprise, Draven didn't charge at him.

He just swung his arm and threw a ring-handled axe directly at Lothar.

"Is that weapon actually used for throwing!" Lothar's pupils locked, and an ice shield condensed in front of him.

The axe blade hit the ice shield frontally, leaving a very deep gap on it, almost cutting through the entire ice shield, and at the same time, Lothar was shocked to take a step back.

"It's so powerful!" The ice shield turned into water, and Lothar was ready to attack.

But Draven didn't give him a chance, and the second axe slashed towards Lothar, forcing Lothar to tumble and dodge.

At the same time, the first axe blade was bounced into the sky by the ice shield. As if he knew where it would fly, Draven arrived first, caught it firmly, threw it at Lothar again, and then ran to the third The place where the two axe blades fell.

"Suppressed..." Lothar blocked the axe blade with some embarrassment. Although only two weapons were attacking him, the strength and continuous offensive of Shen Ruoqianjun made Lothar unable to find him for a while. opportunity to counterattack.

"Hahahaha! What's the matter! Are today's champions tired!" Draven mocked Lothar. The gorgeous and exaggerated fighting style made the audience in the arena swept away the previous haze and cheered loudly one by one.

"Although I heard that Draven's battle was exaggerated, I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated." Although he didn't like Draven very much, Lothar still had to marvel at his fighting ability, and he just didn't give Lothar the slightest counterattack. Opportunity.

The invocation of magic takes time, and at least one breath is required. Draven seems to know how to deal with mages, and does not give Lothar any time to breathe.

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"That stinky kid from Draven, who has no discipline and is messing around, kicking him out of the army was one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life...but he's a genius at fighting."

—The Legion Commander for which Draven served while serving

Chapter 162: Entering the Noble

Lothar knew that if he went on like this, he would always be suppressed by Draven. Although Lothar could end the battle by consuming physical strength or directly using True Ice magic, the former was too time-consuming and the latter had too many side effects. Lothar decided to Still give it a try.

Another blade flew towards Lothar, and the ice shield unfolded again.

But this time the ice shield is very thin.

The axe blade entered the shield and at the same time cut into Lothar's shoulder, the cold air suddenly condensed, Lothar's blood turned into ice crystals and firmly fixed the axe blade, preventing it from being bounced into Draven's hands again.

After all, the ice created out of thin air with ice magic is a source of no water, and its hardness and density are not enough, so Lothar found a source of water on his body—blood.

The axe blade was stuck in Lothar's body, and he charged towards Draven with the ice shield covering his body. In the eyes of others, it was just the axe stuck in the ice shield.

Draven raised his eyebrows, and his beard froze as Lothar approached.

Draven still had an axe blade in his hand, but this time he didn't throw it out, but slashed it hard at Lothar, who was rushing towards him.

Lothar grabbed the handle of the axe blade on his body with one hand, reluctantly pulled it out of his body, and confronted Draven.

The axe blades slashed each other, Draven was very strong, and he was not afraid of Lothar in close combat.

Lothar tore off the ice shield, the wound on his shoulder from the axe had healed, and he began to mobilize magic to condense the ice crystal throwing knife.

But before the ice crystal flying knife was condensed, Draven stopped his attack and stood straight on the spot.

Lothar hung the axe blade around Draven's neck: "What do you mean?"

Draven stretched out his hand to brush the ice **** off his beard and whispered, "It's all just entertainment, I'm already very satisfied that you can rush in front of me, as expected of you, Lothar."

Lothar's breath stagnated: "How do you know..."

"Come to my lounge in a moment." Draven took back his axe blade from Lothar's hand, put it on his shoulder, turned on the amplification magic device on his body, and shouted while carrying two axe blades, "Okay. The entertainment competition is over! The **** who have won the bet will take their gambling tickets to collect the money! Hahahahaha!"

Lothar stood there, silently watching Draven leave.

Draven felt a chill on his shoulders, and when he turned his head, a drop of blood fell from the blade of his axe.

"It's strange that I didn't hurt him with the blood?" Draven waved his hand and splattered all the blood on the axe blade on the ground.

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Lothar briefly cleaned himself in the shower area before heading back to his lounge.

"Luo Ji!" As soon as he opened the door, a fragrant soft body slammed into his arms, "You are amazing! Champion! They will definitely be surprised when they introduce you to everyone at the next family banquet!"

Lothar stroked Elise's smooth beautiful back, Elise was trembling all over by the coldness of Lothar's hand, with a silly smile on her face: "Let's go back, tonight... I have a relationship with Katerina. Surprise for you..."

Lothar looked at Katarina behind Elise. The red-haired girl was expressionless, but her clothes were a little messy, and the **** exposed in the low-cut clothes were also a little red. It seemed that she had secretly done something with Elise. .

Lothar gently kissed Elise's face and said softly: "I'm sorry, there are still things to do in the arena, you can go back first, I'll be back before dark."

"Is that so." Elise hugged Lothar reluctantly, "Then Katerina and I are ready for dinner to wait for you."

Elise and Lothar gave Lothar another deep, wet kiss, then stepped aside.

Katarina sighed inwardly, but she still pretended to be shy and came up to kiss Lothar.

The two women were sent off first, and Lothar returned to the death arena and went straight to Draven's lounge.

There was no guard at the door, and Lothar knocked.

"Come in." It was Draven's voice.

Lothar opened the door, and Draven's lounge was large, with the heads of various beasts and polished weapons hanging on the walls.

"These are my trophies." Delevingne was lying on the sofa, holding a large ale glass in his hand. "The beasts are cut off, and the people are killed before taking the weapons."

Lothar closed the door and sat across from Draven: "Tell me."

"What?" Draven poured the few remaining drops of wine into his mouth.

"Why do you know my name"

"Guess what." Draven dropped the glass, which landed firmly on the distant table, and looked at Lothar defiantly like a punk.

Lothar stared at Draven for a moment. "Is it him?"

Draven didn't answer Lothar's question: "I've been following you since before you stepped into the arena today, but you're a good kid, you got two such superb girls at a young age. "